I think I’m most impressed by that kitten. That chair looks like it’s next to a door so they dragged the chair over to the wall to do this! Or maybe their owner moved it and they took charge of the situation. So to speak.

I am sure that my husband, who used to be an electrician, could come up with plenty of electrifying puns for this picture, but he’s not with me at this moment, so I’ll just have to refer to my own area of expertise and squeeeeel, “Ooooh! Kitty!”

Ok, nother story… watching VERY close basketball game with a friend, VERY close to end of said game (Go Spartans!), and her cat stepped on the remote and changed the channel. OMG! – much screaming ensued – cat disappeared – friend could not figure out how to get back to the correct channel, so we had to run upstairs to her bedroom (all the while screaming) and watch the last few seconds on a teeny tiny portable tv. I don’t even remember if we won – but since my friend is no longer with us, it is one of my fondest memories…

… I just had a second take and had to make sure Shrimp was near me. She wear the same harness, has the same marking (even the white hair in the black part) and body shape and is the tech savvy kitty in the house (she can reprogram my alarm clock WITH HER B.. I mean BOTTOM!)

Kineko – you mean with her ‘TOCKS! *clears throat* and now, as Tocktober fades into the sunset, an ode:
Hickory Dickory Dock
The mouse showed off his tocks
The dog showed one
The cat his bum
Hickory DIckory DOck

When it was just Skippy and me, I walked him on a leash every day. First on a harness, which he didn’t mind, but then when he got bigger we switched to just a collar. For a while I walked him and Eddy (separately). Now that I have four, I just don’t have the time, so I will take them out, one at a time, a few times a year on particulary nice days. None of them minds being on the leash, despite the fact that they were all free-roaming outdoor cats before they came to me.

As if I could ever get a harness upon the late-and-much-beloved Mr. Picky! Even a collar, a Very Small, Loose And Light collar, placed around his little snorglable neck would cause the same Picky Cat to do his best imitation of a “pet rock” and promptly lie upon his side and remain there, unmoving, until said collar was removed.

Yes, tips appreciated! Jumbalaya had to have a harness just for a weekend trip we took and you’d think we were sticking her with pins the whole time. Granted, she’s 15 and probably never had to wear one before (and a bit prone to drama anyway), but still!

I don’t know that I can really be very helpful–I don’t have any special tricks or anything. With Skippy, I just started doing it and he got used to it after the first couple of tries. We would usually walk in the late afternoon. No loose dogs where we’ve lived so no trouble there. No cleanup, as mine never do any potty when they’re outside. (I don’t think it occurs to them that they could “go” other than in the litter box.)
Usually we just walk around the yard, but the last few times I’ve offered Skippy a walk he wanted to walk up and down the street–which I have to admit must look pretty funny to anyone who happens to see us, but he’s just like, “Yup, going for my walk on the street, nothing to see here.”
When I got Eddy, I didn’t try to walk him at first, and by the time I did he had gotten used to watching Skippy go out on the leash and so was eager to do what his big brother was doing and was excited when it was his first time.
Just one more thing I’ll share: when we lived on Cape Cod, Skippy once chased a coyote out of our yard while on his leash!